Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

For the next half month, Hu Guizhi was in great pain every day and had to drink bitter medicine soup three times a day.

I don’t know if it was my grandfather who deliberately added bitter herbs to it. Every time he drank a sip, he felt his stomach twitch…

Grandpa said that these are all for strengthening the body, strengthening the kidneys and improving essence, and can maximize his lifespan.

Because they are blood relatives, Hu Dali can no longer tell with his naked eyes how long his grandson will live.

However, the immortal can see it.

He stroked the fairy's long furry tail and stared at its rolling black eyes nervously.

[Daxian~He...]

[Squeak - He can't compare to you. From the current point of view, he can live to 71, which is only six years less than before. He is lucky to be encountered by a fairy! ]

The immortal's clear voice like a child rang in Hu Dali's mind. He nodded with red eyes, agreeing with it deeply.

He turned around and went into the house and scolded the listless Hu Guizhi again.

[If you hadn't died early in the morning, do you think I would have castrated you and sent you to the palace? Living a peaceful life is better than dying at the hands of a demon...]

Although he said this, in fact, Hu Dali was just heartbroken about his grandson's six years of life that were lost in vain, and he was so angry that he said something without thinking.

He had raised his grandson with his own hands, so he knew the character of the guy. He could only blame the demon for being so powerful that the brat couldn't resist the temptation.

Hu Guizhi had just finished playing a game of King of Glory. He was in poor condition and lost miserably. His teammates scolded him one by one and shouted that they wanted to break up.

Before he could even put down his phone, his grandfather grabbed his ear and scolded him.

These days, oh, it's really impossible to live...

[Grandpa, I still have projects on hand. If I take too long of a leave, my boss will replace me if he is not happy... Do you think I can go back to work?! ]

[(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~ Your company can’t transfer if it lacks you?! ]

Hu Dali understood the elegant meaning of the music and knew that the brat could not stay at home after hearing these words.

[That's not the case... Grandpa, I didn't make any sales this month, and I only get a small salary. I was absent for half a month, and it was all deducted. How can I pay off my car loan and rent? ]

Hu Guizhi cried poor. He had been running around the market for the past two years, acting like a grandson everywhere. He had finally made it in the company, and he didn't want to be replaced by someone else for no reason.

[That's perfect. You can give up the house over there and come back to stay with an old man like me. I won't charge you rent!]

Hu Dali's eyes lit up and he brought up the same old topic again.

This grandson has grown up to be very independent and only wants to fly away. Asking him to come back and stay there peacefully is like asking for his life.

[No, I can’t live without takeout. With your cooking skills, I’m afraid I’ll starve to death…]

[You little bastard, how dare you look down on me!!!]

Hu Dali raised his arm and made a gesture to fight. Hu Guizhi rolled over on the sofa to avoid him, and the sofa cover was pulled off the ground by him.

[Hey, you're not my father! ]

After saying this, the brat ran out of the door and ran into the yard.

There was obvious disappointment in Hu Dali's eyes. He had always wanted to keep his grandson by his side, but this bastard was like sand in his hand, the tighter he held it, the faster it ran away.

He also remembered that during the college entrance examination that year, his father and he had an argument about applying for universities. Guizhi insisted on choosing Harbin Institute of Technology, which was 10,800 miles away, and did not even look at the key universities in Guangdong Province that he had chosen.

Under Hu Dali's strong suppression, the brat actually ate a piece of marshmallows in front of him and threatened to commit suicide, and then lay in the yard pretending to be dead for most of the day.

At that time, Hu Guizhi was not as patient as he is now. When he smelled the aroma of barbecue, he secretly opened his eyelids a little and found that the old man and Huang Daxian were lighting a stove in the yard to barbecue...

Hu Dali learned Feng Shui from his master. He wouldn't say he was good at other things, but his best skill was face reading. His grandson had a rosy face, and except for the pimples on his face due to excessive blood flow, there was no sign of death at all, haha?

Maltesers, hehe your uncle╭(╯^╰)╮……

In the end, Hu Dali compromised, threw a few bundles of banknotes at him, and told the brat to get out!

There is a huge temperature difference between the two places, one in the south and the other in the north. In his first year of college, it was thought that Hu Guizhi would suffer a lot. However, the heavy snow and heating in the school made him not even want to go home for the New Year.

As soon as Hu Guizhi ran into the yard, her eyes met Huang Daxian's.

[Squeak——]

You little brat, you got beaten again?! I think you are just itching for trouble!

Hu Guizhi walked along the wall on tiptoe. When he was a child, he was not afraid of the Wong Tai Sin who had watched him grow up. But after studying a lot, taking Chinese studies as an elective in college and studying the Classic of Mountains and Seas, he became suspicious.

Because of his five disadvantages and three shortcomings, Hu Dali never thought of passing on his skills to his grandson.

Since those ten years in prison, he seldom went out to perform and never mentioned it, just thinking of himself as an old man digging for food in the dirt.

Only some older people in the village still believed in these things, and they often came to him for help. He couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he had to draw a few pieces of talismans and hand them over.

Some of those people who used to be brothers in the underworld have now become very successful in Hong Kong.

This day happened to be the day when the big guys had agreed to meet for tea. When someone mentioned Hu Dali, the older generation present all looked regretful.

However, everyone was secretly glad to have one less competitor, and fortunately they escaped quickly when they saw the opportunity was not good.

There were two Feng Shui masters who were being waited upon attentively by their disciples. They were leaning on armchairs and sipping tea. They only took a bite of the dim sum that had been steamed till it was soft and did not require much chewing.

They both look very old now. Back then, they were still young and had no connections in the underworld. They fell behind and missed the smuggling fishing boat.

The little red soldiers who claimed to be righteous were chased all the way to the cliffs by the sea and had no way to retreat.

Across the coast was Hong Kong Island. They didn't want to be tortured to death, so they jumped into the sea and swam to the other side in one breath.

He was shivering in the water but didn't dare to stop for fear of being torn apart by sharks. He didn't expect to be met by local gang members when he came ashore.

The two sides couldn't communicate in the same language, and the gangsters had little patience, so the two were caught and extorted for money, and the few small yellow croakers hidden in hidden places on their bodies were stolen.

The iconic Feng Shui master's coat and trousers were originally quite intimidating, but unfortunately they were wrinkled by the sea water, and were stripped clean by someone, and he was beaten up.

[Alas, fortunately I swam over back then, otherwise, I would not have lived to this day...]

[Although he suffered during those years, I heard that Old Man Hu is still alive and well.]

[What good is it to be poor all your life? ]

[Of those who came here together, only a few of us old guys are left now...]

Everyone felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and even the teacups in their hands felt hot.